I like to fish, as do many of my friends. But I have an uncle that HAS to fish. There is a difference. A BIG difference.
If the wind is out of the southwest, maybe even a bit of cloud cover; I go to the lake. Storm blowing in later that night, I will fish the river in the evening; hours before the storm is scheduled to hit.
I like to fish.
If the wind is out of the north and the barometer dropping fast; if tornado sirens are going off in nearby towns and the FedEx guy delivers some new lure he has ordered, this uncle goes fishing.
